News of My Impending Death

You replace the bricks
almost as fast as they come undone,
a life of restoration never quite as efficient
as the crumbling.

About this poem

Strains of Frank Sinatra and “That’s Life” (one of my favorite songs) playing on the radio.

Last night I read Yeats. “Things fall apart”  from “The Second Coming” is one of my favorite lines of poetry ever.

An autobiographical poem. Almost. Sometimes. Depending on my mood.

Tom